As expected, Liu Mou's derision had its effect. Li Zhaode stiffly turned around, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Liu Mou. If he had eyes that could speak at that moment, he surely would have said, "I am not a corrupt official, nor am I an enemy of the people. If I were, why would the people build such a tomb for me instead of letting you all scatter in the wind?"
Unfortunately, he was suffering in silence, unable to speak. If he wanted to voice anything, it would take thousands of years more.
After a two-second pause, Li Zhaode's body suddenly vanished from Liu Mou's sight. Seeing this, Liu Mou warily scanned his surroundings and assumed a defensive stance, prepared for anything.
Suddenly, Liu Mou felt a chill on his back and immediately clenched his fist and swung it hard backward. With a grunt, his arm collided with Li Zhaode's arm. Narrowing his eyes, Liu Mou then swiftly punched toward Li Zhaode's stomach.
